Cool on the outside, alert and slightly apprehensive on the inside. That's pretty much exactly how Seth felt at the moment, and even for the past couple of weeks. Of course, he never let it show, but you can't hide your feelings from yourself. You can suppress them and or keep them from showing through, but that doesn't mean they aren't there. Yes, Seth picked up on the tension, but for a while it was just business as usual and Seth didn't even need to hide his emotions. Now he was actively disguising them on a regular basis, which wasn't much of a task for him, but it was also one he didn't usually have to undertake.

Regardless, his cool was unbroken, and he was still able to clearly read the hints his five card draw players were showing. One of the players, sporting an all black three piece suit with a white tie, put down a couple of cards and another, in a Hawaiian shirt, put down just one. Seth took the cards and handed out their replacements. He eyed them carefully, noting minor muscle movements on both of their faces. Whatever they had, they both got their wish. It would be interesting to see whose hand was better. Another player put down three cards and Seth passed back another three. He folded a second later. One player had folded at the beginning and the final player hadn't asked for any more cards. "All in," said the suit as he pushed two thousand dollar chips and three hundreds into the pot. "Call," replied the Hawaiian. The last guy didn't have many chips left and decided to fold. Down to the last two. "Alright gentlemen, show your hands." The two showed their cards. One had a full house, and the other a four of a kind.

"Fuck!" Understandably, the suit wasn't very happy as the Hawaiian shirt guy took $6,100 worth of chips. "Well played on your part," Seth said to the Hawaiian as he got up.

"Going to cash in?" he asked. "Ohh yeah!" the man replied eagerly, taking his winnings and walking towards the chip counter. The suit got up and made for the exit, clearly frustrated at the events which transpired. Seth gestured to the three remaining players. "You three care to stay?" he asked, but then he noticed something. one of the players, just across from him, had been showing signs of anticipation. Seth picked up on a slight tell when he showed up, though he figured it was simply excitement in expecting winnings. No, this was different, this man was expecting something specific to happen rather than hoping for good winnings. Seth took a moment to check his phone, using it as a cover to take his CZ-75 out of his pocket and set it on his lap.

The first shots went off a moment later, and Seth was able to put two bullets in the man's chest before he even finished pulling a cheap-as-rocks pocket pistol out of his pocket. The other two had made a beeline for a nearby fire exit as Seth flipped the table for cover. He checked the would-be assailant over, starting with his pistol, a Cobra Arms .380. Truly a marvelously cheap pistol, he took it out and stuffed it in his back pocket. "Sorry, but you really should do a better job of keeping a secret," he said as the man breath his last few breaths.

Thinking fast, Seth glanced around before quickly removing his upper clothes, replacing them with the man's Hawaiian shirt, then pulled out the mask and slid it on over his face. He stuck the CZ in his belt, yanking the .380 out of his pocket and firing a couple of rounds at the floor. He got up a minute later, clutching one of the spots where blood had soaked the shirt and blundering towards the next nearest masked fellow. As it turned out, the closest one was currently pointing a gun at Jon's face, and Seth feigned being in serious pain as he approached the two. "Asshole shot me in the gut! Motherfucker!" Seth grunted, giving Jon a sideways glance. He got their attention, but only time would tell if his facade worked.